Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that doesn't make any sense.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A toothpick-sized battering ram
A small chunk of Kryptonite
A VHS tape labeled "The Hacienda 11th Grade"
A cat's cradle
A cat clock, keeping rhythm to an unknown timescape
A Philosopher's Stone
A palate of duck confit
A Round Tuit
A bittersweet symphony
The stuffing from a stuffed-crust pizza

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